Hometown spring

When I was young, I liked spring the most, this vigorous season, and the season of hard sowing and working with the hope of harvest in autumn.

The Spring Festival seems to be a holiday blessed by the gods, isolated from the cold winter wind, and started the recovery of all things. After the first lunar month, spring is here, and the warm wind blows over and over again, not tirelessly informing everything that spring is here. Trees began to sprout, and unknown wild flowers appeared on the side of the road. The village got busy, and a huge greenhouse was erected not far from the house. The hot steam filled the entire space. The inside was densely covered with the grain seeds of all households. When the grain seeds germinated and grew. Then transplant about two centimeters into the flat seedling field with well drawn grids.

The sun is rising, I like to move a chair and sit on the steps under the eaves to bask in the sun. Looking around, every paddy field from near and far is filled with water, like a huge mirror inlaid on the ground, and the reflections of white clouds in the sky are in the water, like huge masses of cotton, constantly moving and changing. The breeze was blowing, and the water was sparkling in the sunshine, and it started again and again.

The tall pear trees on the side of the field are blooming, and the snow-white flowers on the bare branches are swaying with the wind, out of reach, and bursts of fragrance come with the wind, if there is nothing. The plum tree flowers were not far behind, as if they were about to take back all the lost time in the winter dormant, they opened up overnight, and the white flowers filled the branches, looking from a distance like clouds falling on the tree in the sky. Shaking the tree trunk vigorously, small white petals fell one after another, covering the entire ground like a layer of snowflakes.

In the afternoon, the adults began to work in the paddy field to level the paddy field. From time to time, laughter and joy were heard, full of hope and vigor. The family didn't want to let me help with work, fearing that I would be tired, and I would walk to the hillside when I was bored alone. I saw a large number of rapeseed planted on the slopes, and occasionally green wheat fields were interspersed with them. The golden rapeseed flowers are particularly bright in the sun, shining with a pale yellow light, and the air is full of charming sweet fragrance. Large swarms of bees flew between the flowers, busy collecting nectar. A wild dog covered with small yellow petals of rapeseed came out of the rapeseed field, frightening me to hide aside.

The trails on the hillside are dappled with light and shadow, and the warm sunlight sprinkles on the wet pavement through the gaps between the leaves, like an overturned palette, dark and bright, with no pattern to follow. The path is very quiet. The tung seed trees all over the hillside are full of large white flowers. The stamens are dark red, like small trumpets hanging on the branches. The breeze blows the branches gently, and occasionally there are tung seed flowers. Leaving the branch and falling to the ground, a slight popping sound can be heard, breaking the calm of the mountain road.

After a round on the hillside, the warm sun was warm and shining on the body very comfortably. I wanted to sleep, so following the way I came, I went home and had a beautiful dream. Everything in the dream was so beautiful and soothing. It’s a pity that the memory becomes more and more blurred when I wake up, and gradually, only the warm sunlight in front of the house and the small white flowers swaying in the spring breeze